The Reverend Mother of Snark

I must not slate.

States are the mind-killer.

Slates are the writer-death that brings total obliteration.

I will read your words.

I will permit your words to pass through my eyes and through my brain.

And when they are gone I will talk about them with my friends.

When my friends are gone I will consider what we’ve ascertained.

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